The predictable….

As it is with anything certain outcomes are predictable.  However when it comes to creating,  the visual in your mind is not always the end result staring back at you on your computer screen.  Which is sometimes both a brillant thing as you have over achieved your expectations of yourself.  Or you can be frustrated that it isn’t quite right.  It’s the same with many things in our lives,  the job we spent years studying for we now find we can’t stand.  The people we have tried so endlessly to please we realise we don’t even really like or want in our lives.  Then you have the things you regret not doing… Saying… Visiting… Trying.  I wouldn’t say I am the most optimistic person but i am however the most pragmatical. When people come into my life they are let in to my whole life based on a quality I adore or respect.  If they are funny…. I fall a little bit in love with them… If they are intelligent and have the most beautifully inspiring conversations.  I am hopelessly in love with them it’s true….. There’s nothing I find more beautiful than a intelligent person. However both intelligence and a good sense of humour do not amount to much If they are not self aware of themselves and those around them. Just because they  show sympathy or a caring streak for a stranger in the street it does not mean that they show the same care or compassion  to those close to them.  It’s people we have close to us,  I mean real close that have that key for all access of our lives minds and beings that we take for granted the most.  It’s human nature to be sociable it’s another thing to choose whom which we socialise or surround ourselves with.  I have found so many people compliment me on how I always go out of my way for people I love and care about. However just because I do that extra mile of care and show that extra devotion does it mean I should have it bestowed upon me too?  In the realms of fairness yes.  In the world we live in,  no.  Sometimes you help and try with some people to help them better themselves to make their life easier to make them smile or just make sure they know they are not alone.  Why do this?  Because it’s what makes us human.  To treat those how we want to be treated.  But this is simply a sentence now not a actual mind frame of some people.  Which is disheartening.  See the image of marriage we have in our heads…. Is not exactly the picture perfect idealism that some married people experience.  So when does expectations stop becoming important or become too important.  The expectations that I should live up to,  or that I put on others.  Who has the right to expect from others?  And then get disappointed or disinterested when the expectations are not met or exceeded.  I don’t put expectations upon anyone that I do not think they can meet.  A lover I expect them to be faithful,  honest,  and to support and protect me. And in return I provide that… Alongside the ability to love them and display this live in various forms but as often as I can.  Those little ways I say I love you,  those important things that get taken for granted until they are gone.  From cooking a favourite dish, to sourcing a gadget to make their life easier…. From the little way I lean my head in or body into them…. So let them know I live the feeling of them beside me. The way I know how to make them laugh to make a horrid day more bearable….. The way I will pull over in my car to listen to their day,  good or bad and offer advice and silently think of solutions.  And then solve the problem… Or present the idea so they can think they thought of the solution.  The touch of someone’s skin,  is such a simple but intimate thing.  From brushing your finger along theirs or their lips with yours.  Intimacy is something we all crave… From sweet words to feeling someone breathing next to us….  Purring in a snore or just to inhale their smell knowing their presence was recent.  The things we take for granted….  The alone time that is never really alone as they are a inch away from your thoughts,  your plans,  your memory.  Human beings  can be addictive for so many reasons,  for me the strongest addiction is how someone makes me feel. Like every girl I love the hearts and flowers…..  But the old fashion romantic in me loves the sitting in a park or on a beach with someone’s company beside me and arms around me….  Just sitting, just being.  To escape the fury of life and be lost in silence with someone where words are not needed….. The touch or eyes just say ‘I love you, , and this,  us.’ I once had this lover who use to read to me,  we both adored reading,  from his book or mine or the novel he was working on,  he would pull me in close and read. Not to fill a void or silence but because he knew how much it meant to me…. The romantic in me.  The melody of his voice and the accent in which I was intoxicated with still lingers with me to this day.  And it’s one of the most powerfully beautiful memories I have, of what made us,  us.  But that is the most beautiful thing about any type of relationship…. With my sister what makes us,  us.  Is the fact our humour is the same and the way we think of funny things and the memories we laugh at hysterically together.  I expect nothing from no one in my life….  But what I would like is love,  the pure kind,  the effort it takes to show me that I am loved.  Anyone I can have a conversation with anyone I can laugh with,  but what makes me want to be loved by one person is the reason behind every basic functioning of a human.  To be loved and accepted,  flaws and imperfections, because no one has the right to expect anyone to be perfect.  But to find someone so fitting to you….. But not accept them completely is a crime I can say I have never committed.  Everyone has such amazing qualities and such dark ones…. But if they are not harmful or malicious why can’t it be looked over….  The occasional lie… The occasional outburst of fury or misdirected anger, the laziness of them or the hypocritical acts they make.  Everyone is entitled to have flaws but be careful whom you dispose of for theirs as who knows what you are trading for another imperfect human. I read something from someone recently who I thought the world of at one point in my life.  To me he was flawless but his flaws were evident in the end, he wrote,  ‘to truly love someone you first have to know how much you can hate them.’ I thought this bizarre but I thought about it and realised how it’s the most beautiful and most true thing I have ever read referring love.  I have my own version of what it means and how I interpretated it.  And it is…..  To feel the depth of your love for someone you first have to find out what depths you can hate them too.  As the deeper the emotion of hate goes the deeper the impact of your love for them has been affected.  And if after hate you can love them then that’s a love that knows no depths of shallowness.  And perfect is nobody,  but real love is the only perfectly imperfect thing that exists. Which makes me proud of the people I have loved,  still love,  will always love and those whom I feel no love or hate for just indifference or disregard because with out the people I disregard I would not know what real love was……..  So the ideal image we have in our minds are not always the things that stare back at us…  But that’s OK… Because I’ll love them anyway…..


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